Primordial Ripples

All living beings in the Primordial World were currently in a state of shock that refused to subside.

The Dao-Demon War, the mysterious sound of the Dao, and Hongjun establishing the Mysterious Gate to preach—those who had witnessed it all still felt a lingering fear to this day.

On the Sun Star, Di Jun and Taiyi sat opposite each other, their expressions far from pleasant.

After a long while, Di Jun finally regained his senses and frantically called out to the system in his heart: "System! Is this right? The Dao-Demon struggle is over, yet the three ancient clans are still alive! And whose voice was that just now? Even Hongjun treated him with such respect!"

The system within him remained silent. It had just attempted to deduce the origin of that voice, only to find it impossible to trace back no matter what—this was the first time it had encountered such a situation across its many hosts.

"System? Say something! Your silence is deafening! Is this still under control?"

Di Jun's voice carried a trace of unease. The system finally spoke, though its tone held a hint of hesitation:

[Ding! Host, remain calm. It should... still be under control.]

"Damn it! Don't give me 'should'!" Di Jun almost couldn't help but curse out loud.

The system ignored his complaint and directly popped up several choices:

[Ding! Choice one: Head to the Purple Heaven Palace to listen to the sermon after three thousand epochs, and expose Hongjun's schemes during the lecture. Reward: One million years of cultivation, the Innate Supreme Treasure Pangu Banner.]

[Choice two: Refuse to listen to the sermon and begin conquering the beings of the Primordial World, starting the path of the Demon Emperor early. Reward: Five hundred thousand years of cultivation.]

Looking at these two choices, Di Jun only wanted to curse.

"System, are you doing this on purpose or by accident? Expose Hongjun's schemes? Are you serious?"

"And choice two—the three ancient clans are still alive, and you want me to go out and conquer the Primordial World now? I'm afraid I'd be chopped into mincemeat."

He gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart: "I'll risk it! Choice one! Wealth is sought in danger! Besides, the system didn't specify how to define 'exposing' the schemes."

Standing beside him, Taiyi was also checking the tasks issued by his own system, his gaze flickering as he pondered something.

At the southern foot of Mount Buzhou,

Nuwa stood at the cave entrance, her face overflowing with irrepressible joy: "Big Brother! This is great! Senior Hongjun won! And he's going to preach in the Heaven Beyond Heaven in three thousand epochs! We must go and listen!"

However, Fuxi beside her furrowed his brows, saying nothing.

What on earth is going on? Fuxi pondered repeatedly in his heart.

Whose voice was that? Why is the plot of the Primordial World completely different? The three ancient clans are still alive, and now a mysterious person has appeared whom even Hongjun respects...

He had read countless Primordial novels before transmigrating and knew this history by heart, but now, everything was in chaos.

"Big Brother? What's wrong?" Seeing Fuxi silent for so long, Nuwa asked with some concern.

Fuxi regained his composure and squeezed out a smile: "It's nothing, I'm just a bit shocked by what I saw today."

Nuwa didn't think much of it and said excitedly: "Then let's go to the Purple Heaven Palace to listen to the sermon in three thousand epochs! Senior Hongjun will preach three times, three thousand years each time—this is a heaven-sent opportunity!"

Fuxi looked at Nuwa's expectant eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly nodded: "Alright."

Nuwa was so happy she almost jumped: "Great! Then let's hurry up and cultivate to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm! Otherwise, there is Hundun baleful qi in the Heaven Beyond Heaven, and we won't even be able to make the journey!"

With that, she ran off excitedly to cultivate.

Fuxi stood in place, watching Nuwa's retreating figure, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Nuwa... in the original fate, she would attain sainthood through merit under Hongjun's schemes, becoming a complete puppet of the Heavenly Dao...

He clenched his fists.

No, I must stop all of this. I must hurry to cultivate to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, then reverse time to see what really happened during the Hundun period and why the Primordial World has changed so completely. I must also find the owner of that voice; perhaps that is the lifeline for me and my sister.

Across the Primordial World, other beings also began to cultivate in earnest after Hongjun announced his sermon.

For a time, the spiritual energy fluctuations in the Primordial World became exceptionally active, and figures in closed-door cultivation could be seen everywhere. Everyone wanted to improve their cultivation as much as possible within the three thousand epochs to secure a seat in the Purple Heaven Palace.

However, the Witch Race was out of step with everyone else.

While everyone else was busy cultivating, the Witch Race dispatched a large number of clansmen to appear in every corner of the Primordial World, absorbing the baleful qi left on the land by the Ferocious Beast Calamity and the Dao-Demon War.

In Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered.

In addition to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, there was one more figure in the hall—a seemingly young Great Witch who stood among the Ancestral Witches, speaking eloquently.

He was a transmigrator who had entered the body of a Great Witch named Wu An, possessing a check-in system.

Dijiang stood in the main seat and said in a deep voice: "The Devil Ancestor Luo Hou has indeed founded the Demon Realm, just as young Wu An said. Hongjun has also begun his preaching. Everything is exactly the same."

Zhurong snorted coldly, his fists clenching until they cracked: "Hmph! We are the orthodox descendants of Father God Pangu and should rule the Primordial World! That old man Hongjun actually dares to try and occupy Father God's world—he deserves to die!"

Zhujiuyin ignored Zhurong's irritability and looked at Wu An, asking: "Young Wu An, is it really useful for us to absorb the Primordial baleful qi? And that voice—do you know who it is?"

The gazes of all the Ancestral Witches fell upon Wu An.

The Great Witch named Wu An smiled slightly and stepped forward:

"Naturally, it is useful. We Witches are the orthodox descendants of Father God, and since the Primordial World was created by him, we should take good care of this world for him. Absorbing baleful qi not only increases our cultivation but also earns us heavenly merit—why wouldn't we do it?"

"As for that voice... I am not entirely sure. In the future visions Father God gave me, this person did not exist. I imagine it shouldn't have much of an impact."

Of course, Pangu hadn't given him any future visions; he had to invent a reason to hide his transmigrator status.

The Ancestral Witches nodded one after another upon hearing this.

Zhujiuyin asked again: "Then what about this 'Witch-Demon Calamity' that you said Father God mentioned as the next calamity?"

Wu An's expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"That is entirely a scheme of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun. To dominate the Primordial World, Hongjun expelled Father God's will and plotted behind the scenes for Di Jun and Taiyi to create the Demon Race, inciting a struggle for hegemony with the Witch Race. In the end, both the Witch and Demon races would perish together, and he would reap the benefits."

Zhurong slammed his palm onto a nearby stone pillar and roared: "Damn old man Hongjun! He actually dares to covet Father God's world! I must burn him to death!"

Dijiang raised his hand to signal Zhurong to calm down and gestured for Wu An to continue.

"Currently, our Witch Race's strength is not enough to confront Hongjun. Therefore, when he goes to the Heaven Beyond Heaven to preach in three thousand epochs, we can go and listen."

Zhurong was stunned: "We don't cultivate the Primordial Spirit, so why go and listen to that bullshit sermon?"

Wu An smiled:

"If we don't have a Primordial Spirit, then we shall grow one. The various spiritual treasures of the Primordial World are all derived from Father God. Spiritual treasures have spirits; we can take them, fuse them into our bodies, and transform them into our own Primordial Spirits. Then, when we go to listen to the sermon, we will cultivate both our Primordial Spirits and our physical bodies—won't our combat power be even stronger?"

"Isn't it better to listen to Hongjun's Dao and eventually use it to deal with Hongjun himself?"

Dijiang and the others' eyes lit up upon hearing this.

Houtu stood to the side and asked softly: "Then where should we start?"

Wu An looked at Houtu's graceful figure and beautiful face after her transformation, his throat bobbing slightly. After forcibly suppressing his distracting thoughts, he said:

"Mount Buzhou is the backbone of the Primordial World; let's start searching from Mount Buzhou!"

The Ancestral Witches began to act immediately, leaving Pangu Hall one after another.

Wu An stood in place, a flash of hidden intensity in his eyes.

Hongjun? The Heavenly Dao? The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Dao is forty-nine, and one escapes—with his system, he was that one. As long as he stayed in Pangu Hall to level up, everything would change because of him.

Since he had transmigrated here, it was time for the master of this Primordial World to change.